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Whatever it Takes
Ch.2
2003
"Hello, Mom! Kamiya and I are home!" Kaoru watched as an older version of Megumi ran down the stairs. She was in sweat pants, and an over sized shirt. Her short black hair was in a ponytail. She smiled warmly to the teenagers, as she grabbed her purse.
"I thought you guys would never get here! I wanted to take you to the bridal shop, and help me pick out a wedding kimono (is there such a thing? If not, pretend ^^). I'm thinking pink."
"I like this one, but it seems a little traditional, and that's just not me." Megumi's mother told her girls. That was certainly true, Ms. Soryo was very nontraditional, and she never acted her age, but that's what so special about her. It was what attracted my dad to her. She was so full of life, and he needed that.
"Kaoru go pick out one. I trust your judgment." I walked over to a large rack, and found a light rose-colored kimono with soft roses on the bottom. I handed it to her, and her face brightened up. She took the dress and ran to the dressing room. When she came out we all gasped at how beautiful she was. She yanked me into a fierce hug, and whispered into my ear, "Oh Darling! Thank you! You are absolutely brilliant!" (I know kind of sugary, but that's how she is)
"What about me?" Megumi yelled with a pout. Ms. Soryo grabbed her daughter, and hugged them even more.
"You both are absolutely perfect! Don't be jealous Megumi, its not becoming."
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"Papa, I'm home." I slammed the door shut, and headed to my room. I didn't bother to go say hello in person because he wouldn't care. My father and I don't have the best father-daughter relationship. It's more like teacher- student; he teaches me the Kamiya Kashin Style, and I learn it.
I kick the door to my room open, and throw my bags down. I flop on my bed, and let the events of the day swim around in my brain. School and wedding plans.
I wish they would just elope; I'm so tired of hearing about this stupid wedding. Nothing will be the same when they get married. I will have to share the house with two other women, and I'm not used to that. It has always been Papa and me.
I like Ms. Soryo, and I love Megumi, but I just don't want to have to share a house with them. Pretending to keep that happy family act up all the time will work my nerves. They don't know that my father and I barely communicate outside of training, and that we hardly ever see each other. Who knows, maybe Papa will try to become a real father, but if he does I hope it's just for Megumi, because I've never had a real father and it's a little late for one.
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It was raining hard in Tokyo, but the streets were filled with people. Most were huddled under umbrellas, and hurrying to find shelter. A tall dark figure could be seen, patrolling the streets, and not even acknowledging the rain. The pounding droplets pounded harder, as if to get the man's attention, but he seemed not to care.
Aoshi ignored the rain and kept going. He was looking for someone, and he had to find him. He swiftly changed his course from a busy street to a less populated one. Aoshi turned into an apartment complex, and quickly went up the steps. He went into an elevator, and waited until it was at a complete halt on the last floor. He stepped out, and peered around.
The room was vast, and dimly lit. It looked like a small bar, but it was twice as crowded and three times as dirty. Aoshi briskly walked through the over crowded room, and stopped in front of a red door, and knocked twice. A large slit opened and two eyes bore into him. Aoshi kept his intense orbs look directly into the other pair, and the door promptly opened.
"Where's Cho?" He said to a large man, whom the pair of eyes belonged. The man jerked his head in the direction of crowded table. Women surrounded it, and all were fawning over the man in the middle. Aoshi went up to the man, and stood in front of him. "What do you want, Cho? I got your message."
The man had light blond hair, and deep gray eyes. He was very portly, and had a menacing face. Cho put out the cigar he was smoking, and looked up at Aoshi. "I want you. I've got all the dirt there is to be had on you. I've wanted you to come work for me, for the longest time, and now I've got you where I want you. You've got no choice, either come work for me, or feed your friends to the wolves. It's your choice, and I know you'll make the right one."
Whatever it Takes
Ch.2
2003
"Hello, Mom! Kamiya and I are home!" Kaoru watched as an older version of Megumi ran down the stairs. She was in sweat pants, and an over sized shirt. Her short black hair was in a ponytail. She smiled warmly to the teenagers, as she grabbed her purse.
"I thought you guys would never get here! I wanted to take you to the bridal shop, and help me pick out a wedding kimono (is there such a thing? If not, pretend ^^). I'm thinking pink."
"I like this one, but it seems a little traditional, and that's just not me." Megumi's mother told her girls. That was certainly true, Ms. Soryo was very nontraditional, and she never acted her age, but that's what so special about her. It was what attracted my dad to her. She was so full of life, and he needed that.
"Kaoru go pick out one. I trust your judgment." I walked over to a large rack, and found a light rose-colored kimono with soft roses on the bottom. I handed it to her, and her face brightened up. She took the dress and ran to the dressing room. When she came out we all gasped at how beautiful she was. She yanked me into a fierce hug, and whispered into my ear, "Oh Darling! Thank you! You are absolutely brilliant!" (I know kind of sugary, but that's how she is)
"What about me?" Megumi yelled with a pout. Ms. Soryo grabbed her daughter, and hugged them even more.
"You both are absolutely perfect! Don't be jealous Megumi, its not becoming."
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"Papa, I'm home." I slammed the door shut, and headed to my room. I didn't bother to go say hello in person because he wouldn't care. My father and I don't have the best father-daughter relationship. It's more like teacher- student; he teaches me the Kamiya Kashin Style, and I learn it.
I kick the door to my room open, and throw my bags down. I flop on my bed, and let the events of the day swim around in my brain. School and wedding plans.
I wish they would just elope; I'm so tired of hearing about this stupid wedding. Nothing will be the same when they get married. I will have to share the house with two other women, and I'm not used to that. It has always been Papa and me.
I like Ms. Soryo, and I love Megumi, but I just don't want to have to share a house with them. Pretending to keep that happy family act up all the time will work my nerves. They don't know that my father and I barely communicate outside of training, and that we hardly ever see each other. Who knows, maybe Papa will try to become a real father, but if he does I hope it's just for Megumi, because I've never had a real father and it's a little late for one.
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It was raining hard in Tokyo, but the streets were filled with people. Most were huddled under umbrellas, and hurrying to find shelter. A tall dark figure could be seen, patrolling the streets, and not even acknowledging the rain. The pounding droplets pounded harder, as if to get the man's attention, but he seemed not to care.
Aoshi ignored the rain and kept going. He was looking for someone, and he had to find him. He swiftly changed his course from a busy street to a less populated one. Aoshi turned into an apartment complex, and quickly went up the steps. He went into an elevator, and waited until it was at a complete halt on the last floor. He stepped out, and peered around.
The room was vast, and dimly lit. It looked like a small bar, but it was twice as crowded and three times as dirty. Aoshi briskly walked through the over crowded room, and stopped in front of a red door, and knocked twice. A large slit opened and two eyes bore into him. Aoshi kept his intense orbs look directly into the other pair, and the door promptly opened.
"Where's Cho?" He said to a large man, whom the pair of eyes belonged. The man jerked his head in the direction of crowded table. Women surrounded it, and all were fawning over the man in the middle. Aoshi went up to the man, and stood in front of him. "What do you want, Cho? I got your message."
The man had light blond hair, and deep gray eyes. He was very portly, and had a menacing face. Cho put out the cigar he was smoking, and looked up at Aoshi. "I want you. I've got all the dirt there is to be had on you. I've wanted you to come work for me, for the longest time, and now I've got you where I want you. You've got no choice, either come work for me, or feed your friends to the wolves. It's your choice, and I know you'll make the right one."
